There is a stillness to the world on Thanksgiving Day
At 2:43 pm on Thursday
Its disorienting how quiet it is outside
The grey sky still, as the trees and the wind collide
There is a stillness to the world on Thanksgiving Day
At 2:43 pm on Thursday
The cars are parked, the streets lay empty
No sound to be heard but the air moving swiftly
There is a stillness to the world on Thanksgiving Day
At 2:43 pm on Thursday
There is no hum of the ac/heating units
Ovens doors open and close, the warmth in full movement
See there is peace to the world on Thanksgiving Day
At 2:43 pm on a Thursday
A peace that reminds us the world can stop
To be together for a few hours, food, family, the lot